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it Tiger Woods
Hoes I'ma screw it aye
(All the hoes get it)

A bad lil bitch with me (Bad lil bitch)
Got a bad lil clique with her
(Got a bad lil

man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."

"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,

a dove skin bitch laying
On the side of me reminds me of Buffy
Please remind me to fuck
Her after this freestyle
100 carat, nigga I'm the golden child
Full

bluestrips
Keep it a hundred
This that throw it in the safe
Come back when I want it
Come back when I want it
This the shit the wanted
This That smoke a wood

Fruit ninja split ya cantaloupe
Hundred Hand hit
Water style
Water flow
Fire style
Want the smoke
Wood style
Smoking dope
Wind style
Finna blow
Earth

a daydream
Maybe I'm an otter with a brain freeze
Belly full of mollusk like damn that's tasty
You can catch me by the wharf
Treasure map tucked in my shorts

got racks on
Racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on
Stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
You see me smokin' and you
Know

to matter
She kept me pushing on for brighter days
We bought a little trailer a few acres of woodland
We nearly froze to death our first winter there
We

with the bros
I came a long way from the apartments, posted by the corner store
I came a long way from the projects, where they told me use the stove

could be 
Now ima keep on killin these Suckers just as i should be 

It's gift wrapped by me 
And stamped By yours truly 
Let's turn this party into

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ

warned that it was clouded
Still in the corner, am I foreigner?
I will buy back all the lands in the UK, acre by acre

I'm 'bout to break down the wood
Me and my partner ain't up to no good
Rocking the pants with a flood
Boy you a pud and your posse a dud
Better

of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some

of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm

Deep

Mustard

10 Summers

2014

love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats

through the winds of time
A time I can't relive
Far beyond the hills I cannot climb

Seeking warmth and peace
Nether have I found within the wood
Hundreds

My grandma was raised in a seven-hundred acre wood
Her daddy owned a church right down the state road
Gone too long and gone too soon
Back in Colt,

South Park
Acres on Mo City, astro like Nolan Ryan
Candy cars when I roll around
Rap-A-Lot, Swisher House, SUC
They hold me down
Greenspoint,

It was raining, dark and stormy nobody was around to warn me when the chill first went up my spine
Swallowed by the great big bad
I cut my way

a wood wheel molester
Drop top compressor with my kin, Uncle Fester
I done swung with the best of, swung through the breeze
I see you, nah you see me

Hook

Soul Food

Logic

Under Pressure [Clean Version]

2014

of me
Just because I was different, just because I was doing what I love
And the fans they say they love you, but they push and they shove
Cause they want

that
Twenty-four acres and a mule
Best believe that they say he got smoke
Like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that
Pockets